Cammy stirred softly, her eyelids fluttering open to a dim room basked in the warm glow of the afternoon sun. At first, her vision blurred—then shapes became clearer.
The scent of coffee lingered in the air. She saw Eve by a small counter, carefully pouring coffee into a cup, and Richard typing on his laptop at a sleek desk not far from the hospital bed.
She blinked. The room was grand—lavish, in fact. A plush velvet couch sat near the window, heavy drapes framed the tall glass panels, and the linens on her bed were softer than anything she remembered from her time in jail.
"Where… where am I?" Her voice cracked, weak from dehydration.
Richard immediately sprang up from his laptop and rushed to her side. Eve turned quickly, her eyes widening as she hit the nurse call button without hesitation.
"You're safe, Cammy," Richard said, his voice trembling with emotion. "You're in the hospital. You collapsed in jail—you were bleeding badly."
